Around the end of August, my Mom made several mistakes. My Grandma had just passed, and she needed to take care of a few things at her house. Unfortunately, the idiots in the rest of my family threw a heavily unsafe party concerning the pandemic/virus. Everyone close together, no distancing, no masks, nothing. After they'd just flown in from other parts of the country. --They ALL got infected. I told my Mom to not go to my Grandma's house for a while to let that mess settle, she was stubborn and didn't listen to me. She got herself infected, then refused to listen to me about keeping her distance from me and got me infected. I spent from around August 24th - September 9th in the hospital in quarantined critical care. I am not exaggerating saying, I almost died. I first went to my go-to hospital that I usually go to for care, but they were horrifically negligent with me. They gave me a basic IV and literally left me out in the cold for 2 hours, in a wheelchair with a blanket. This resulted in my getting pneumonia on top of being infected with covid-19. --Thankfully when my Mom finally called an ambulance when things were going dark on me, I was taken to a competent hospital. I was out of consciousness for a week, but they saved my life. My Mom also stopped being in stubborn old woman mode, and went there for care as well, and is doing well. I was discharged to come home on the 9th, and I'm recovering, though I've had to bust my ass despite being in recovery to make the house livable, my Mom left it in poor condition before she finally went to get care. I'm safe, alive, and recovering at home.
It's been a while, True Believers. I'm going to get right into it. I've been struggling hard with my mental and physical health all this time. That's why I rarely post any new art or writings, and it's difficult to get into the depth of HOW much I'm struggling. I suffer from chronic depression, crippling anxiety, and psychosomatic disorder which turns all my mental pain into physical pain, in a never-ending loop. I've wanted to continue alot of different things. And at some point I will, when I have the strength to. --That's not to say I haven't stopped practicing, I just don't feel like any of it is post-worthy yet. And on another note, it's been immensely difficult for me to create while weighed down by my mental and physical problems. I get discouraged because of the negative environment I'm stuck in. My family mistreats me quite a bit despite what I have to deal with every day. So I have to take things one day at a time currently. That, and.... For the fans of it, there's my Impossible Spider-Woman series. I've wanted to get back into that. Doing it is alot of fun for me. But.... I've tried to get back into it in recent years, an upsetting and disturbing pattern has emerged. When I've tried, someone I considered a friend has mistreated me and/or abused me mentally. One stabbed me in the back and twisted the knife. They mocked me for my support and kindness toward them. One quite literally said they were trying to give me a mental breakdown. And the last has flat out said they don't believe me about the negative home situation I'm in, despite how long we've been friends and my never giving them a reason to not trust me. And each and every one of these people knew what my mental illness situation has been and what a struggle it was for me already without them adding onto it. And they all added to my mental struggle big time. I'll say this flat out: I DO NOT DO WELL WITH THE 'TOUGH LOVE' CRAP. You will not get anywhere with me doing that. I do not function like everyone else. I do not get over people doing this sort of thing to me. I never truly do, what I suffer from does not let it go. And I cannot consciously force it to let go. With my mental state the way it is, I can't handle stress and conflict. All of the above has severely discouraged me from wanting to try doing more with not only The Impossible Spider-Woman, but other projects of mine. And it's been weighing on me hard, considering ISW. So, officially, despite the time that's passed, my Impossible Spider-Woman work is on indefinite hiatus until I say otherwise/until I feel comfortable enough and supported enough to work on it. Not going to name names, but you can blame the people who added to my struggle for the indefinite wait, and those of you who contributed to my struggle, you know who you are. And yes, this IS your fault. I've tried. I've tried my damndest. But when I needed support and kindness, you all decided to do the opposite. Sorry this wasn't a terribly positive post, but I've been meaning to get this out. I hope those of you who wish me well, are doing okay. I'm sorry this has been such a long time coming, and that it may be a longer time still. ~Andy